Sapphire Bonds ☾✦ Poly Wolfstar

IV. Christmas Dinner p.2

Hi guys, I'm still posting. But as I warned at the start, this fic is just a little palette cleanser I need from time to time.

I have a lot of little scenes in my head, but they are not necessary in order, especially, when the plot is still building up atm. I'm thinking if I should write and post those little ✨moments ✨? It would be like under 1k words little one shots, but they might be a bit spoilery at this moment. Idk, let me know what you think. 🤗

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Amanita froze and immediately went completely silent. With terror in her eyes, she turned her head towards the door, feeling that her heart might have actually stop for a moment.

Sirius froze as well, his hand stopping on her hips. It had to be Regulus, no one else would dare to knock into his room. "What is it?" he snapped, his voice low and demanding. He was too much in the moment to care if his little brother saw him like this, it wouldn't be the first time he did.

"Sirius, open the door in this instance or I'll open them myself." It wasn't Regulus' voice. It was far worse, because the agitated voice behind the doors clearly belonged to Sirius' mother.

Sirius' fingers dug into Amanita's hips as he bit back a curse. Of all people it was Walburga standing right behind that door. Of course. It was almost as if she knew what was going on inside her own house. "What do you want?" he snapped, not moving from the bed. He wouldn't obey her so easily.

"Open the door boy," she said, annoyance clear in her voice. "I won't repeat myself."

Sirius gritted his teeth in annoyance, but Amanita didn't wait for him to continue arguing with his mother over the door. She quickly crawled out from under him and sat upright, straightening her disheveled hair and fixing her now rumpled dress. She shoot Sirius a glare, urging him to handle the situation somehow.

"Fuck," Sirius muttered under his breath, trying to regain composure. His fingers found the loose buttons of his shirt, frantically trying to hid his bare chest. "Just a moment," he called out, hoping she wouldn't hear just how out of breath he actually was. He quickly got up form the bed, straightening his clothes and rushed to the door, wiping his mouth hectically convinced that he still had some of Amanita's lipstick smeared over his face.

He opened the door just enough to see his mother standing in the hallway. Walburga's face was hard to read, but it was safe to assume that she knew what was going on. Her eyes narrowed as she looked up and down at the tumbled state of her eldest son.

"What do you want?" he snapped again, standing in the doorway so she wouldn't be able to peer inside his room.

In a meantime, Amanita quietly got of the bed and tried to fix her appearance to look at least half presentable. In a small misty mirror that rested on a shelf above the fireplace, she tried to wipe away the remnants of smudged make-up. With nothing more that could be done, she swallowed thickly and looked around the room, searching for a point of interest, before finally pretending to browse with boredom through Sirius' record collection on one of the shelves.

Walburga's eyes looked over Sirius and it was clear that she wasn't thrilled by his state. Her gaze darkened at the sight of his untied tie and the couple of top buttons of his shirt opened. She had long ago given up any hope of correcting his behavior, but this was a new low, even for him.

"What we're you doing in there?" Walburga asked, her voice cold. She narrowed her eyes at him, searching in his face. "Did you forget that there is still a party downstairs?" she inquired, folding her arms over her chest.